..I did not eat much due tomy cramping, and bloating! The girls left right after breakfast, butasked my mother when we were going to the beach again. ...he told them wewould be back again next Saturday, and I would be wearing the chastitybelt again...no time for sex next week end she added! I walked them outto their car, and Jane told me that she wanted to "do me again!" Shedropped to her knees, pulled down my panties, and gave me another "mindblowing" "Blow Job!" Then she stood up grabbed my. ’ Janice whirled round to be confronted by a tall, powerfully built man about forty years of age. He was wearing strong corduroy trousers, a sturdy raincoat and had a rucksack on his back. In his hand, he carried a small canvas bag. Janice felt her heart thump, and she stammered out, ‘What do you want?’ ‘I’m sorry if I startled you,’ the man said in a pleasant baritone voice, ‘but I wonder if you could help me? I’ve misjudged the tide and I won’t be able to get back to the mainland for hours.. Sometimes I didn’t have the courage to ask, and sometimes my request had been dismissed or laughed off. Which made it all the harder to ask the next time. So, other than a few timid slaps on my bottom from one previous girlfriend, I’d still never been spanked. Not properly, anyway.I had spanked myself occasionally, with a variety of things like a ruler, wooden spoon, and a riding crop I’d acquired when I learnt to ride horses. I’d also bought a leather tawse from a sex shop. But none of these. ’ ‘Why?’ asked Susan lamely ‘Chocolate cake and coffee are the perfect accompaniment to intimate, detailed confessions,’ said Maria.’ ‘I suppose you’re not going to let up until I tell you what happened.’ ‘No chance at all.’ ‘There’s not really much to tell,’ Susan started cautiously. ‘I was having a lesson and it was going really well, for the first time I felt really confident, I was doing everything right. Then right at the end, there was a change in the music, it was much slower, not the.